I slid a copy of our prenuptial agreement across the table. Marcus had never bothered reading the clauses protecting me against fraud, abuse, and infidelity. Now those clauses would cost him everything.
When he lunged for the documents, Rafael stopped him with one hand. Outside, police lights flashed across the windows. Financial crime investigators and federal agents were already waiting.
Marcus accused me of setting him up. I stepped close enough for him to see the injury on my lip. “I didn’t set you up,” I told him. “I simply gave you room to reveal who you really were.”
Then investigators played the video of him hitting me. The room fell silent. Moments later, officers placed him in handcuffs while Celeste watched her own future collapse beside him
